Transformers: The Fall Of Cybertron Novels & Stories

He said. “I don’t care.” Victor’s voice cracked. “We’re not sacrificing anyone.” Silence followed. Then Ethan looked at Adrian’s mother. She couldn’t meet his eyes. Because she already knew. Of course she knew. Then Ethan quietly continued. “When Dr. Laurent uploaded himself into the system, he corrupted the network.” The white space trembled violently. “The synchronization saved us.” Another crack split the sky. “But once the Core fully collapses,” He paused. “…the energy holding everything together disappears.”

I cock my head at Dryden. “Yes Alpha, Nicolas has erased their minds and we have also cleared the security cameras.” “Good, make sure the boys clean up all the blood, leave his body where it is and that if his body guards but throw his mother’s body away.” “Yes Alpha.” I’m not going to risk getting caught unawares or looking weak so I made sure to renovate and secure the house with more technology because goddess knows what will come out of this war. “Good day Alpha, it’s good to see you,” my doctor smiles at me until she notices my blood stained shirt.

“My mother was the real leader. Not Damien’s father. Not Adrian. Not anyone else.” Elara felt the ground tilt beneath her. Lucian exhaled, voice shaking: “Elara… the most dangerous Hale of all… is my mother.”

"Move!" Dax roared, shoving my father toward the stolen SUV. "The ceiling is coming down!" But the loading dock wasn't empty anymore. Standing between us and the exit was a nightmare of chrome and hydraulics. A Titan-Sentinel. It was twelve feet tall, a bipedal tank with a rotary cannon for an arm. In the original timeline, this thing had killed three of our best riders. It had taken us six chapters to figure out how to scratch its paint.

But the corrupted creatures, fueled by the monolith's dark energy, were growing stronger, faster, and more resilient. As the last rays of sunlight began to fade, the battle raged on. The forest, once a haven of peace, was now a battlefield, a testament to the relentless onslaught of the corruption. Liam and Xal'dar, guardians of a dying world, stood their ground, fighting for every inch of their sanctuary. But as darkness crept in, a chilling realization dawned on them – this was just the beginning. The war for the world had truly begun.

**"You'll die out there." "I know." I step through the cabin door. The core implodes. --- **The Aftermath** The structure collapses, its fragments dissolving into light. The survivors cheer, but Lyra staggers, their exoskeleton failing. **"They'll send more. Always more."** Ravel catches them. "Then we'll keep fighting." Lyra's void-eyes dim. **"You don't understand. The Architects... they're *afraid*. Of you. Of what you become."**

they all yelled in unison. “Mr Morris,” Mr Noah turned to face Mateo. “what should we do now? The deadline would be on soon, what should we do?” “ Didn’t you contact the supplies? after years working in this industry you should know what's needed and what's not right?” Lena asked Mr Noah. “ I do, but there weren't much quality components that was sent during the production, right now we are experiencing, faulty wiring harnesses, improper installed sensor and misaligned body panels. There are several defects components.” He sighed.

The elder said. "We have a total of four omega here and two beta." He continued but I don't quite understand. "What's that?" I asked them. Is it some nicknames? All of them look at me. “Can you transform young miss?” Mui asked me. What do they mean by transform? "Of course not." I stated. Isn't it obvious? How can I transform? I'm not some kind of ghost or what not. What kind of question is that, though? "Then you're an omega." Mui said.

The trailer surged forward, the sudden acceleration nearly sending Steve tumbling into the horde below. His stomach dropped as he wavered on the edge, arms pinwheeling before he found his center of gravity again. Falling wasn't an option—Alpha or not, he couldn't fight hundreds of mindless killing machines, especially not with the virus weakening his ability to transform.

Warren added, smiling from ear to ear. "Seems like we've found my permanent replacement." Bash chimed in. Turning to Adrian, Spence asked the question that was on everyone's mind, "What do you say Adrian? The decision looks unanimous already, so is Madison the new drummer of The Decadence of The Fallen?" With that, everybody fell silent and waited anxiously for Adrian's answer...